09-15-2015, 01:06 PM
A dark cloud paints the ceiling
where my dad sits.
A remnant to keep after
he passes. I sometimes
think about which parent will
go first, and how long
the other will take to follow.
I think about the last day
I spent the night
in my childhood home. My dad
wept for me, a better life.
Drunk and ashamed he told me
to go. We wouldn't cry
among each other, unless
it was obligatory.
where my dad sits.
A remnant to keep after
he passes. I sometimes
think about which parent will
go first, and how long
the other will take to follow.
I think about the last day
I spent the night
in my childhood home. My dad
wept for me, a better life.
Drunk and ashamed he told me
to go. We wouldn't cry
among each other, unless
it was obligatory.
I'll be there in a minute.